People grow old
Like the withered roads they drive on
Like the houses who hold them while they dream
Forgetting their future one second at a time

The day after tomorrow
And the day before yesterday
Slipping away into distant worlds

People pretend to be people
Forgetting yesteryears memories
Who will be the last one standing

People wait nervously
For something that is nothing
For nothing that is something
Perpetuating endlessly
(Dreaming of black sheep)
A paradigm of calm insanity

People cry out into the dark
But only the soft ticking of clocks answers
Killing time with each inhale
Killing themselves with each exhale

In the end
The question is the same
On the hospital bed
Or on the battlefield
"What did I do to deserve this?"

Soil and flame pick apart the body
A ghost remains
The black sheep

The world contained within itself
Dragging along slower than time
How did we get here

A world beyond reason
Where the sinners are free
And the innocent in chains

These wicked wastelands
Run thick with blood
And endless suffering

Enveloping
The forests and skies
The creeks and rivers
Into shadows that speak our universal silence

All the smiles captured on film
Playing backwards until
There is nothing but an empty feeling

Of weighted loneliness
That burrows deep
Into my heart

Seldom are the streets quiet
The children age by the window light
Outside it is spring

March brings the turning of the cold
The adults fester and rot, feeding themselves to their resting places

Wicked things brew far and wide
Sizzling and spewing like acid dissolving bone and flesh

The morning moon glimmering
Time has burned itself to the wax
Everyone is meandering their minds
Searching for a smooth door handle to grasp

There are doors but none to open
There are windows but none to peer out of
There are cars but no one to steer them
This is the apocalypse

I am the dream man.
I am the traveler.
I am the man in your dreams.
I am the god of your mind.

Remember
Eternal silence
Before the breaking light

The trees outside
With all their color
With all my color
Tumbling down
Decaying
Into black and white

A sinking feeling
Origin unknown
Fleeting dreams
(Some mine, some not)
Absurdity moves through us

Random thoughts collecting
In the gutters of my mind
Meaningless
Noise

Concealed within a single teardrop
Falling from a roof top
The final step
The last breath

A warm touch
To the aching heart
Seizes all thought

A nervous rush
Cycling deep inside
Hushed to sleep

By the memories
You emit sight unseen
Into my dreams

Water falls and exuberant mossy hills rise and fall across the horizon. Grey and purple have toned the sky. A smoky fog hangs in the air and all is still. Peace.Peace.Peace. Stars are enlightened by the dark dusk coming upon them . Each star containing a electrifying  glow illuminating the somber sky. The sky now is crawling with a chill and the sun that once beat down on you is now silent and still, caressing the sky with tones of darkness. Darker and darker and darker the sky becomes. Somber waves of the near by ocean calms your mind.
Dandelion flowers and purple tulips fill the fields. The somber night has gone and now morning has arrived.

Every now and then
A thought
Interludes
Inside of us.
Lingering orchestral emotions stranded on the deaf note of darkness.
All this in the final exhale.

We are here in this time
Not that time
Nor any other time
But this time

Some where vivid in my dreams
Is a clock
Set for ever

When I wake up I will not know of
Time
Space
And my dreams

But only of you